Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.